This is the all-too true story of one of the greatest rock and roll bands of the 1980's. But unlike so many autobiographies written these days, I decided to write it for you the fans. No, not just the fans in North America as it's already being portrayed in the media because of the fact, I suspect, it's written in English. It is written for all of our fans everywhere in the known world!!! (Oh, and just to make sure there is no further confusion in the media who may say I've left someone out, it is also written for those in the unknown world as well if anyone knows where they are and can get a copy to them.) And since, it is for you, rather than focus on all the ordinary array of things such offerings tend to make so predominant, once you open this book be prepared to have the most fun you can legally have anywhere in the literary world while you immerse yourself in the story of the Scorpions. It is my gift to you to say thank you for all you have given to me.

THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE ALL THESE YEARS.

FROM THE INTRODUCTION IN THE BOOK:

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Defying odds longer than that of Arcangues winning the 1993 Breeder’s Cup
Classic horse race, the Scorpions rose to rock and roll royalty from relative
obscurity in Hannover, West Germany, during the late 1970’s and early 1980’s.

Herman Rarebell, aka Herman “Ze German”, was part of it all. More than just a
drummer, Herman’s additional input through his imaginative and inspired
songwriting was conceivably the key ingredient and missing component that
led to their rise to prominence while most of those in the so-called “know” said
they were only kidding themselves.

Dieter Dierks, the long-time producer of the Scorpions says:

Herman was an integral part in the development of that which eventually became
known as the classic Scorpions sound. Music all starts with the drummer. Not
many people realize this. However, if you look at the “success” of the group, or,
perhaps more appropriately, the lack thereof, prior to the arrival of Herman “Ze
German” as well as that which has eluded them since his departure, I think you
can see exactly how pivotal his role was within the band.

However, there is much more here than just the ordinary, self-glorifying
chronicle of a man’s life. This book is anything but that. Shrewdly concealed
within this autobiography is not only what can be considered the quintessential,
definitive history of arguably the greatest band of their era, but also a masterful
weaving of some of the most entertaining wit, whimsy and sage wisdom ever
shared within the covers of a simple book. Sure to be considered a masterpiece
by those who have a love of tongue in cheek irony and satire, not to mention
great storytelling, it raises the bar for such offerings to a decidedly new level.
With his endless anecdotes and tales, Herman draws the lines that led to the
group’s ascension to the “Mount Olympus of rock music”, while his co-writer,
Michael Krikorian, clearly lends his assistance to color them in, providing more
hues and tones than Crayola ever put in a box of crayons. Together, they set a
table and serve up a banquet of sarcasm and memories truly fit for a king!
(The King of Monaco to be precise.) There are no sacred cherubs spared from
the harpoon of a master yarn-spinner, as the puns, innuendo and endless wordplay
are meant to entertain and lampoon much of the history not only of an
incredible band but also of a generation. Though having none of the calories but
plenty of the guilt, the frankness and honesty expressed upon each sinfully
delicious page will never spoil your appetite but will only leave you yearning for more.